My Mamaw

This is a poem about my mamaw. I wrote this for her for grandparents day (:

Born in 1964, her name was Ethel Fay. Beautiful little girl of Lester and Maggie May. She grew up on a farm,where they grew their own food. In a house full of love and never a bad mood. On Sunday work was done. Neighborhood ballgames in the hot boiling sun.

She met the man of her dreams when she turned seventeen. She was the prettiest girl he thought he had ever seen. One year later wedding bells ring. They were so happy the felt they had wings.

They were married 50 years. Full of joy and quite a few tears. They have 5 children which they adore. And 24 grandchildren to finish the score. And someday when this life is o'er. We will all be in heaven forever more.

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